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| Photo by Flor Garduño |
The Rights
I want to give you
something I’ve made
some words on a page-as if
to say ‘Here are some blue beads’
or, ‘Here’s a bright red leaf I found on
the sidewalk’ (because
to find is to choose, and choice
is made.) But it’s difficult:
so far I’ve found
nothing but the wish to give. Or
copies of old words? Cheap
and cruel; also senseless:
Take
this instead, perhaps--a half-
promise: If
I ever write a poem of a certain temper
(willful, tender, evasive,
sad & rakish)
I’ll give it to you.
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